Dear Steele: I had an amazing homecoming this go around. The pilot took a circuitous route to get to the airport when he flew into Nassau. I’m not sure if it was the typical route, because I am usually sleeping until moments before landing or not so concerned with the treasures unfolding below, but I am pretty sure I hadn’t …
I have a dead person in my bed
Dear Mother/Father God: Before this I thought life and death were two different things. I was in the land of the living, so death didn’t really exist: perhaps for old people or sick people, but in those cases I always thought death wouldn’t sneak up on you, or make you change all of your plans. I hadn’t met unexpected death …
I’m trying to adjust, but I feel so undone
Dear Steele, I’m just checking in with you. Your phone must be lost, because we don’t talk anymore. We’ve gone from regular hourly check-ins to complete isolation. Most people would think that sounds like a bit too much communication, but it didn’t seem intrusive to me. It wasn’t particularly purpose driven; it was more of a routine. Checking in with …
Memories seep through my veins*
Dear Steele: This place is flooded with memories of you. Everywhere I turn memories float to the top and settle on the surface. Yesterday the police stopped Jahlani in a routine spot check. I remembered how your diplomacy skills always came into effect when we were pulled over by the police. You taught me a few tricks about slipping and …
The miracle of photosynthesis
Dear Steele, I’ve been thinking about the language of God: creation. I wonder why we don’t say what a Godly person when we see an artist or a dancer, or some other creative person. You had such a respect for a artisans. When I think about someone like J. K. Rowling, the author of the Harry Potter series, or many …